SUCH a glorious sunset last night – thanks to the Duke who invited us over for Parisian tea and an elegant conversation on the rooftop at El Royale.
d i v i ne.
we talked and smiled and thought a Lot about what-has-happened-this-past-year as the twilight descended over the sunset strip….
becoming pink and fluffy just above Mt. Olympus (yup, in L.A they have a Mt. Olympus, taking the dying-days-of-ancient-civilisations-and-their-gods to a new height of Irony)
softly falling over the penthouse Terrace in quite the most lovely way.
before falling into the now-lit-up-helicopter-pads atop of the skyscrapers in what the young people (and marketers with amusing reading glasses) call #dtla.
and it was all So lovely that as we drove down Sunset we thought “oh! we really Must see the opening weekend of THAT” as we passed the Cinerama Dome.
what did we Think about the Movie?
(or Film, if you’re a european visiting here and welcome – that black polo-neck-jumper really suits you – what’s that? cashmere mix? s m a r t choice of textile).
where were we?
ok. here goes: Mr. C. Pine was using the movie to audition for Ms. Broccoli, Mr. K. Costner was clearly hoping that he can take a Directional Change and become either the ironic-and-yet-still-appealing slightly grizzled male lead in the next Ms. N. Meyers blockbuster or Perhaps the next Ensemble piece from Mr. B. Willis and his team (and btw, as the young people say, if you see Mr. Costner and his sleeves are rolled up – RUN! fast. something global in the world of terrorism is happening). Weirdly Henry V was in it and yet he was Russian and something-big-and-bad-in-global-Finance and he was also Directing Elizabeth from Pride & Prejudice.
you will be.
but it was a terrorism-with-a-twist in that the terrorists all worked inside large corporations and had very elegant suppers and used a lot of biometrics eye scans which are frankly useless if you can just bribe someone to look away from their Monitor at the Reception desk at the Right Moment.
do you like VERY HIGH SPEED CAR CHASES?
then you’ll love it.
sweeping views of Moscow to the surprised murmurs of cineastes near us “it looks like Paris, Marge, doesn’t it?”
they’re certainly glorious.
but what seemed to make the rows and rows of men with great haircuts who clearly work out and use moisturizing products and perhaps own a condo in Chelsea go Very Quiet at one point was Mr. Chris Pine on a Ducati Diavel Carbon (of course we know our motorbikes – who-we-are-in-RL has worked in emerging technology for 17 years – we listened, occasionally.)
because we’re sure none of them actually ride a motorbike.
perhaps they have a very large collection of coffee table books featuring Italian engineering.
so after the Film we always like to pop next door to browse the aisles and people-watch at Amoeba: mostly for the people-watching, especially at the witching hour – fascinating.
this was one of the Collages by the Exit. this was also by the flyers-looking-for-new-drummers-to-form-a-band.
isn’t it amazing?
it’s a COMMERCIAL product from 1959 which was included in a magazine from advertiser Remington (for the Roll-a-Matic shaver)!
that’s the sort of thing that we are sure Mr. Jack Ryan (the character – we’re being Post-Modern) would have in his vinyl collection (because all the hip people have Those) and it would certainly be a welcome audio pleasure to a sunset over the Strip.
in other news:
our Review of this weekend’s closing days of the LA Art Show went live
AND somebody very lovely wrote a Terribly Kind piece in New Zealand…..
it’s still oh-8-hundred-hours over here in los angeles and we still have an ENTIRE sunday to go – during which there will be tea and conversations and quite possibly roses on the Other Side of Town.